My “Red Ryder” … not the BB gun.
Jul09

My “Red Ryder” … not the BB gun.

For most of my life I’ve had a bike. As a kid my dad graced me with a super cool dirt bike, a red Mongoose! It was the envy of the neighborhood until my brothers got their Diamond Backs of course. Biking was just a daily thing. It was imperative to ride your bike in a pack of 10 kids up and down the street annoying every car that drove past. We would take our bikes down to various local trails and race through the rocky terrain....

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Crossing the 200
Jun27

Crossing the 200

Earlier this year I posted about the journey I was to embark on with regards to getting healthy. I had all the best intentions, the spare room set up as my home gym and a refrigerator stocked with healthy food. What I apparently did not have was a strong will to overcome the stresses of work and life to shut out the whispers from the neighborhood pizzerias and burrito shops. My healthy program lasted a week or two at most and I fell...

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